𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧 » goodbye good girl

CHAPTER ELEVEN

AN UNEASY FEELING sat in my chest.
Taking in an unsteady breath into my lungs, I trudged down the hallway of the high school I was enrolled in.

I stood at my locker with a frown, just staring at my locker combo numbers.

I can't believe I was letting myself feel like this. Let alone look like this.

I can't believe a simple let down made me into such an emotional wreck. And though I tend to never let myself show this moody side of myself, it was honestly hard to keep these feelings pushed down. I just liked him too much.

"Hey, (Y/n). You don't look too good. Are you okay?"

I turned to my side to see Kyle walking towards me with a soft smile.

Oh. My. God.

I swore to myself that I would get revenge on Cartman and that fucking bitch, Julie.
And I think I have just the perfect person to help me with that little situation.

I'm a fucking genius!

"Oh," I smiled, instantly changing my mood.
Not that he knew, but I already started to feel better.
"Hey Kyle. I'm okay, thanks for asking." I replied, taking my books from my locker and shutting the metal door. It made a heavy 'clank' sound and locked.

I know Cartman would get so pissed off knowing I'm hanging around Kyle, and I know just the way to make it even better.
I'm not sure what would piss him off more- me hanging out with Kyle, or if Ashley goes on another date with him.

I almost couldn't hold back the smirk and laugh that tried to escape my lips.
"Oh, good. You just seemed so upset. And earlier in class you looked like you were about to cry." He made a crooked frown at me.

I waved him off and chuckled. "No, I was just tired." I began to walk beside him.
Cartman should be down this hallway at Kenny's locker right about now if I'm not mistaken-

"Cool. So anyways, I have a question." His voice was a bit nervous, but I didn't seem to care. Whatever it was that he was going to ask me couldn't scare me too much.

I was barely paying attention to him anyways, I was more content about finding Cartman to piss him off.
"Uhuh," I mumbled to let him know I was paying attention, though I wasn't really.
I looked around the busy hallways filled with students talking loudly. They were all just so excited to be out of the hell hole classrooms and get to socialize with their friends.

"That girl Ashley . . You don't think she's a bad person, right? I-I mean, she's really pretty, and sweet . . But everybody keeps telling me she looks like you." He ranted on.

I shot a soft glare at him and furrowed a brow.
"Like me? Why'd you sound like that was a bad thing." I lowered my voice and continued to push past everybody.

"No! It wasn't meant to be a bad thing! I just mean like, what if it was another one of your pranks. I can't be too dumb." He rolled his eyes, and looked away from me nervously.

Well, you're dumb enough to not know by now that it's me.

"Kyle, it's not me. How's that even possible? Besides, why would I risk being seen with you on a date, if I liked somebody else." I rolled my eyes and snorted.